I grew up in a creative household. My mom was a copywriter, my dad drew, and my brother practiced fine arts…

Me...?

I wanted to design lawnmowers or own a dog hotel for a living.

As my dreams of breaking into the canine hospitality industry faded away, I turned to drawing my favorite superheroes, cartoon characters, and of course, the most unflattering renditions of politicians I’d seen in the news.

In high school, I co-founded my school’s newspaper and would occasionally write rant pieces about the trials and tribulations of my beloved Knicks.

Somehow that led me to Boston University as a business major (I bet you didn’t see that coming), where I suffered from extreme boredom throughout my freshman year.

After barely passing calculus and the greatest stretch of pick-up basketball in my life (I may not be LeBron, but I am James), I landed on advertising, following in my mother’s footsteps.

Now I cater to my cat’s every meow, laugh at my own jokes, and review every movie I watch on LetterBoxd.

jamespr@bu.edu